her churning emotions. But then she went limp, dropping back against the pillows, covering her face with her hands. “It ain’t gonna happen that way for me,” she said hollowly.
Barbara took her hand. “You don’t know that, Amelie.”
Amelie dropped her other hand to her lap and turned, her eyes—deep pools of grief and hopelessness—fixed on Barbara. “It ain’t going to,” she repeated. “You’re a nice woman, Miz Sheffield. But don’t lie to me. I ain’t educated, but I ain’t stupid, neither. Ain’t no one gonna give a baby to someone like me. I ain’t got no job, an’ my man’s gone, an’ I live in a shack in the swamp. There ain’t no babies for the like of me. And the Lord knew it. That’s why he took away my little boy. Even God don’t got no use for someone like me.”
Barbara sat with Amelie for an hour, doing her best to comfort her, but she knew that the other woman was right. There was going to be no miracle for her, no tiny golden-haired baby placed in her arms to take the place of the child she had lost. Still, she was certain, in time Amelie’s wounds would heal.
At last, exhausted not only by her labor, but by her grief as well, Amelie seemed to drift into sleep, and Barbara turned down the light and made her way out of the room. But as soon as Barbara was gone, Amelie’s eyes opened.
“He ain’t dead,” she whispered into the silence of the empty room. “If he was dead, I’d know it.”
Instead, deep within the innermost reaches of her soul, she knew her baby was still alive.
Alive, and yet somehow already dying, his own soul slowly being stolen away from him.
9
Kelly sat in the den with her parents and grandfather. The television was on, but she wasn’t watching it. She stared out the window, her attention drawn to the gathering dusk outside. The sun had set half an hour ago, and the twilight was just beginning to fade. The noises from the swamp across the canal began to change, growing louder, and the heavy fragrance of jasmine drifted through the open door to the patio. There was a stillness to the warm evening air, and Kelly began to feel as though she would suffocate if she stayed in the den any longer.
And there was Michael.
She was absolutely certain he was coming tonight.
She didn’t know why—he hadn’t even looked at her when she’d suggested it that afternoon. All he’d done was mumble something noncommittal and then ride away.
Yet she knew he was coming.
But she didn’t want her father cross-examining him, acting like he was some kind of jerk who was going to try to rape her or something.
Nor did she want her father demanding to know where they were going, or what they were going to do.
She got up from the sofa, stretching. “I think I’ll go up to my room,” she said to no one in particular.
Her father spoke, his eyes never leaving the television screen. “So early? The movie’s barely started.”
“It doesn’t look very good,” Kelly replied. “I’m gonna listen to some tapes and read.” She kissed her parents good night and hurried upstairs. If either of them came to check on her, it wouldn’t be for at least a couple of hours. By then they’d think she’d gone to sleep.
In her room, she pulled the coverlet off the bed, shoved some pillows under the sheets, then checked how it looked from the door. If no one turned on the light, it would look as if she were in bed, sleeping. Satisfied, she switched all the lights off, leaving through the outside door to the deck at the top of the stairs. She descended the steps carefully, but they were new and solidly built—there wasn’t so much as a squeak to betray her. Coming to the lawn, she darted across to the canal, then turned right, moving a few yards away from her grandfather’s house.
She came to a bench and sat down to wait.
A cloud of gnats hovered just above the surface of the canal, and a school of small fish gathered, leaping up from the water to feed on the tiny insects, their movements leaving the surface covered with an intricate pattern of tiny ripples. A bird dropped down out of the sky, plunging into the water, emerging a moment later with one of the fish in its mouth. Another bird swooped, and then another, until soon there was